Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.